Jianna's smile widened slowly, like her face was stretching beyond what a human expression should allow. "Oh, Oliver…" she whispered, stepping even closer. "I killed my obstacles."
Her voice dropped into a chilling whisper.
"I killed my husband… Mr Ashbourne, I stabbed him in the stomach countless times."
She giggled, like the happiest woman in the world.
"... and guess what, he kept breathing, kept choking on his own blood… so I stabbed and stabbed until he finally stopped."
Her fingers mimicked the stabbing motions, her grin widening with each imaginary thrust.
"And your father?"Her breath hitched in excitement, her pupils dilating.
Oliver's twisted expression dropped harder at the mention of his father.
" I took so much time planning his death… that man was too powerful, and I couldn't kill him to easily." She smiled, savouring the moment. "
"I sneaked into his room… and I went straight for the throat." She laughed like a maniac.
Oliver shut his eyes.
